I met up with them for the Barnet JPTmatch at the CG, as I was staying in London.

They welcomed me fine

I was being agent provocteur (I know that's spelt rong before you jump on me), hoping that they would say "we're not like that cor blimey bollocks, etc apples, etc pears, bread knives etc, come in the Old Vic and I'll buy you a pint"